40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!
An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.Sprouts take spille bingo for rigtige penge zynga and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.Will you speak before I am gone?Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor, The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls, The hurrahs for.
I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.
I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.Have you outstript the rest?What have you to confide to me?I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, here is my neck, By God, you shall not go down!There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
Look to your arms!
Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?